Imagines (from my Instagram)

Special

Your son, Liam, has now finished Kindergarten. For a little graduation project, for a slide show at the ceremony, each kid has to pick a picture and tell him what he knows by looking at it. From just a look, he has to describe what he sees.  

For a 6-year-old, it's pretty difficult to do. 

"Mommy?" he comes home after school, with Niall on his heels.  

Work wasn't very good for you that day, but seeing your boys brightened you up.  

"Yeah?" you say, helping him take off his little backpack.  

"I don't know what picture to use for the project," Liam answers, frowning.  

"Well, you have until Friday to finish it. The ceremony is Saturday morning!" 

"Okay. Uncle Harry can help me tonight.. How was your day, Mommy?" 

You slightly smile at your son's politeness.  

"Not too good, actually." 

Niall hugs you from behind, and kisses your forehead as you lean into him, now grinning.  

Liam giggles. "Is Daddy making it better?" 

You blush and shoo him away as he runs to his room, laughing.  

Niall turns you around and holds your arms in his. "What happened at work?" 

"I don't know... it just wasn't the best day." 

Your husband gives you a sweet, lingering kiss on your lips, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach.  

"I'll make something for Liam and Harry to eat later," he whispers, kissing your nose with a grin, and walks away to the kitchen.

 ***

That night, you and Niall went out on your 'date,' leaving Harry to watch your son. 

Niall insists on somewhere fancy, but you eventually make him take you to a hamburger joint, where you get burgers, salads, and fries.  

Afterwards, you drive him to a river, where the two of you take a long walk.  

"Niall?"  

"(y/n)?" He mocks. 

You tighten your grip on his arm playfully. "I love you," you say, laying your head on his shoulder.  

He kisses your temple. "I love you, too, sweetheart. I love you so much." 

You look up and even in the darkness, you can still see his bright blue orbs staring into you. You blush and peck his lips. 

After a few minutes more of walking in romantic silence, you shiver. "Niall, can we go home now? I'm freezing. And I want to go to bed," you giggle. 

"Okay, I'll race you!" He laughs, and sprints off in the direction of the car.  

"I was hoping for your jacket!" You call, laughing.  

You walk briskly through trees, bushes, and puddles. But you don't see Niall anywhere. 

"Niall? Where are you?" You shout. 

Nothing.  

"NIALL!" 

Again, silence.  

Suddenly, you feel your arms being pinned behind your back. "You're my prisoner."

"Niall, you freak! Let me go!" 

You uncontrollably laugh as you try to wriggle from Niall's grasp. 

He twirls you around, and you gasp. "Don't scare me like that!" you say, punching his chest playfully.

***

When you and your husband arrive at home, you're both laughing as leaning on each other as you stumble through the door.  

"Are you two drunk or something?" Harry says, walking up. 

"Nah, we're just weirdos," you giggle.  

Harry laughs. "Liam's in bed.... I'll be going now..." 

"Here, Harry," you say, handing him a twenty, "thanks." 

He smiles, slipping out the door. 

Niall grabs your hand, pulling you up the stairs, and you both slide in bed.

 ***

"I'm done with my project, Mommy!" Liam screams on Friday morning. 

"Can I see?" you ask, handing him a plate of toast for breakfast.  

"No! You'll see tomorrow," Liam says with a mischievous grin.  

***

On Saturday morning, you and Niall sit with the other parents, patiently waiting for the slideshow to start.  

"Okay, we're ready to begin!" The teacher clicks a button, and it starts up. 

After about 10 slides, Niall touches your arm, making you tingle.  

"(Y/n), look," he whispers.  

You look up, and gasp.  

It's a picture of you and Niall, smiling lovingly at each other, holding one another. It was from the other day after school, when you and Niall were talking about your bad day.  

But in the picture, you look extremely happy. Like nothing was wrong.  

Underneath the picture, it reads in Liam's adorable handwriting: 

'This is a picture of my mommy and daddy. When I see this picture, I know they are in love. By the way they look at each other, I can tell they think each other is special.' 

The teacher steps up, smiling. "I have to say, this one is adorable. Liam, do you have anything to add?" 

Your son nods, and stands up to the podium, standing on his tippy-toes to reach the microphone.  

"My mommy had a bad day at work, but you can't tell because my daddy makes her so happy." 

A tear escapes your eye, and you are crying and laughing at the same time. You lay your head on Niall's shoulder comfortably. He kisses your temple. "Liam's right," you whisper, "you do make me really happy, Niall, and you are very special to me. And i love you so much, too. I hope you know that." 

Your husband grins, pecking your lips. "I know."